Give me back my darkness
My wings
Give me back the story you took away
Unfinished untold and censored
It is raining again on my memories
The fog is thick but warm
The fog is the home of our commenced communication
On the railway station torn out from an unfinished novel…
… there where you had thrown away a cigarette butt
putting out with it the fire of your heartless heart
I want back my darkness
Without it books are not readable
Without it home is not bearable
Bread is not edible and
Rain is just
Plain
Boring
Uneventful
Uninspiring
Darkness
Give it back
Scream it back
Slam it back
Give me back my wings
Your dark kisses
That I can stay
Hidden away
Close the door
Run
Run away